“Have you heard anything lately?” the Stilt Walker asked excitedly, as he perched on his tall stilts. “They say that Wanli Temple and Weeping Grave Mound—all those places have disappeared.”
His colleague, wrapped tightly from head to toe, stared straight ahead without responding.
“What a shame. I was thinking of going to take a look one of these days.”
“...”
A pigeon flew down. The Stilt Walker untied the bamboo tube tied to its leg and released the bird. After reading the note, he chuckled again. “Wow, interesting. Someone’s wiped out the White Bone Tower. Any newcomers making a name for themselves lately?”
“...”
“Even though you don’t talk much, I still like having you as my partner.”
“Excuse me, seniors—are you talking about the White Bone Tower?” a young man with a scholarly air turned around to ask.
“Yes, that’s the territory of the Nine-Headed Old Monster. That guy was pure evil, terrorizing the whole region,” the Stilt Walker said, happy that someone was finally willing to talk to him. “Young Master Zhou Lian, your teacher must have told you about him, right?”
Zhou Lian nodded. “My teacher specifically warned me to avoid conflicts with these rogue cultivators whenever possible.”
“Your teacher is right. Those creatures are less human than beasts. I’m curious who managed to take down that old fiend.”
“Whoever it was, killing is wrong. They should have handed him over to the Imperial Observatory for judgment,” Zhou Lian said.
At these words, even the other observer from the Imperial Observatory paused.
Seeing the Stilt Walker’s strange expression, Zhou Lian asked, “Senior, am I wrong?”
“Right, right, right! You’re absolutely right! How could you be wrong?” The Stilt Walker took a deep breath and muttered under his breath, “How did a family as impressive as Grand Preceptor Zhou’s end up with such a fool?”
His colleague shot him a glare. “Keep quiet and get moving. We’ll reach the Huai River in half a day.”
“The heavens have their cycles. Those who do evil will be punished by heaven...” Zhou Lian continued, warming to his theme.
The Stilt Walker muttered again, “Evil earns heaven’s punishment? Then why hasn’t your Grand Preceptor been struck by lightning yet... Ow! Why’d you kick me?”
Meeting his partner’s piercing gaze, he fell silent.
But now he understood exactly how Zhou Lian had fallen into someone’s trap—pure stupidity! If the pressure from above hadn’t been so intense, he would have waited until the fool was dead before bothering to help.
—
“You just want these souls, right? Let me go, and I’ll give you all of them,” said the man with withered arms, staring at the figure before him. He had underestimated the boy.
Fang Zhiyi grinned. Behind him, several black shadows howled and darted about.
“Are you crazy? If I kill you, they’re mine anyway.”
“You—you’ll be punished for this!!!”
“We’ll worry about that when it happens.”
With a single sword thrust, silence fell.
Fang Zhiyi watched the black sword absorb the souls and muttered to himself, “Should be enough now...”
He glanced at Xiaoxiaohei, who hadn’t spoken in a long time, and then added, “To be safe, I should level up a bit more.”
He turned and left the stinking cave.
—
Xu Xiaoya had never imagined she’d get stuck with an idiot.
It all started when she was exorcising evil spirits for a client and saw a scholar giving alms to a few beggars. The beggars, becoming greedy when they saw his money bag, stole it. Remembering how she once lived the same way, Xu Xiaoya sent Gao Mingzhi after them in pursuit.
Gao Mingzhi had no mind of his own—only an endless hunger for feeding. Since joining Xu Xiaoya, he’d rarely had enough to eat. Facing a few terrified beggars, he naturally showed no mercy.
But when the scholar chased after them, he ended up protecting the very beggars instead. He carried many talismans and magical tools. Sensing Gao Mingzhi’s unstable state, Xu Xiaoya quickly recalled him.
Unfortunately, that allowed Zhou Lian to track her via the lingering energy.
First, he scolded her for raising a vengeful spirit; then came endless lectures.
Xu Xiaoya, annoyed, simply went home. But Zhou Lian clung to her like a stubborn leech, waiting outside her door.
“Miss Xu, you’re so young. Why can’t you practice enlightened arts properly? Why must you rely on a dark spirit to make a living off trickery?”
Xu Xiaoya wanted to curse at him. When had she ever been a swindler?
What made it worse: every time she tried to perform exorcisms for others, Zhou Lian showed up.
He put on a show of concern for her well-being, but all he did was sabotage her work.
Xu Xiaoya grew furious. After one of his interruptions nearly cost a client’s son his life, she snapped. She went to the Huang family to beg for a way to get rid of Zhou Lian.
But the Huang family investigated and found that Zhou Lian had massive backing. They themselves were nothing in his eyes.
With no way out, Xu Xiaoya decided on her own solution.
“You won’t leave? Then I will.”
She took the children and fled the courtyard that very night.
But fate seemed determined to torment her. Wherever she went, she kept running into Zhou Lian. Once, she might have been moved by his earnest arguments—but not anymore. Now she saw everyone with suspicion.
In her eyes, Zhou Lian was a textbook hypocrite.
When others were plagued by evil spirits, he’d say things like “Evil begets evil; heaven’s justice takes its course.”
But once, when a noblewoman was kidnapped by a demonic cultivator who stole her soul, Xu Xiaoya knew it was beyond her capabilities—then Zhou Lian showed up. It turned out the victim was his distant relative.
That day, Xu Xiaoya saw rare urgency in him. He abandoned all his own principled speeches, summoned help from the Imperial Observatory, and struck down the demonic cultivator, obliterating his soul completely.
That was when Xu Xiaoya finally saw his true colors.
“No wonder he’d always lecture others with that ‘righteous evil comes to justice’ talk—until the knife was at his own throat!”
Sickened, she turned and left. She bought a carriage and wandered with the children, her only goal to find a way to cure them of their affliction.
With Gao Mingzhi under her control, she was no longer as timid as before.
“Sister Xiaoya...”
“Yes, I’m back. Let’s go.” Xu Xiaoya grabbed the reins. Hardship had forced her to learn; she’d become a decent driver.
“Sister Xiaoya...”
“Don’t worry. I’m fine. I just went to have a look. Remember, stay far away from that idiot Zhou Lian. Being near him spells nothing but disaster!”
“Sister Xiaoya...”
Finally, Xu Xiaoya sensed something wrong. She spun around, and the massive dark spirit leaped from the bell at her waist.
“Who’s in there! Don’t touch them!”
A hand pushed back the carriage curtain. “Oh? Quite the fierce aura you’ve got.”
Xu Xiaoya’s face went from wariness to shock—and then tears spilled out. “Gousheng!!!”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
